fly with me

"There is a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
  but I am too tough for him, 
  I say, stay there, 
  I'm not going to let anybody see you." -Bukowski

I am afraid there is a dear sweet bluebird inside of me too. 
And you?
She sings delight and joy but I suffocate her songs too many times. This tough shell is built for protection but it ruins more than helps and we never mean to do such harm, but in building up our walls, we destroy more than we know.

We perhaps kill that joyous bluebird inside us all with each time we utilize fear as a coping mechanism. A hardened shell is an easy escape, it keeps everything locked in, so nothing can get out and tainted. It tells us we really have nothing worth sharing, since if we did, it just wouldn't be good enough. It keeps my soul quite unjustly shallow in the pit of my body. 


All I need is to open my heart and let her soar, but my, that would just be too fearful, for who knows what could happen to her then?


I believe we all must let our inner birds fly, for how long can we keep them hidden? It is torture to us all and we have much more to pressing matters to attend to once we are set free.


Let us fly. 
You and I.